I am Billy Barton, a wrangler of the West. 
My holster gleams of danger that hangs below my vest. 
And I come to a New Mexico border town to rile up some trouble
Don’t get cross with me there mister, I’ll have you seeing double. 
I’m faster than any man and quicker on the draw,
So let that be a warning to any man of law. 
I’ll have a drink and unsaddle, run my horse there through the pond, 
My hideouts’ far away from here, the mountains and beyond.  
So a rousin’ and a rebellin’ and to set this town afoul,
If you chose to take me on, first get past my scowl. 
You say be weary of the sheriff, he’s not an ordinary man,
Tell him to meet me on the dry main street and I’ll reveal to him my plan. 
Not a single man in town with a badge will stand to square with me,
Just about then a web-footed, leatherneck came round from the alley. 
He stood off just in front of me and pulled back his long coat,
Revealed a five-pointed tin badge and brushed it just to dote. 
I reached down for my pistol and it seems I had run my luck, 
I was starring down the barrel held by the Sheriff Obert Duck.